411: The Lu family is going to perform a trapeze show! Wei Feng's threat

Chapter 403: The Lu Family to Perform an Aerial Act! General Wei Feng's Threat!

Lu Guanghai reacted incredibly fast; the moment he recognized General Wei Feng, his entire body’s tendons and bones tightened like a taut bowstring.

A deep, powerful internal energy surged from his feet, coursed through his spine, and permeated his fists.

He shifted his stance, and his figure darted forward like a ghost, blocking the enraged Lu Guangchen, and he whispered, “Guangchen! Calm down!”

Lu Guanghai’s gaze was fixed on General Wei Feng at the door, his voice as cold as ice: “General Wei Feng, fifteen years ago, Second Uncle spared your life, yet you haven’t repented and dare to return to stir up trouble! Were you responsible for the incident with those three old bosses?”

Upon hearing this, General Wei Feng let out a burst of wild laughter, the sound rippling with internal energy, making the office windows hum.

“So what if I was? So what if I wasn’t? Lu Guanghai, do you think I’m still that pitiful worm from fifteen years ago, who had to act according to your Lu family’s whims?”

He abruptly stopped laughing, his gaze like a razor blade sweeping over the Lu family brothers: “Breaking a few legs was just a casual matter.”

“It was simply to tell you, these good-for-nothings of the Lu family, that I, General Wei Feng, am back!

The humiliation that old geezer Old Dog Lu Yulong inflicted upon me back then, and the Wanhui Guilongquan that rightfully belonged to me—I will take it all back, principal and interest, with my own hands!”

As soon as his words fell, General Wei Feng moved!

His movement was truly like a fierce tiger unleashed, a madDragon treading the sea!

His massive 1.9-meter frame erupted with terrifying speed completely disproportionate to his size.

The simple cloth shoes on his feet rubbed against the expensive carpet, emitting a harsh “sizzle” sound.

General Wei Feng did not directly attack the ready-to-fight Lu Guanghai, but instead, his body twisted, bringing up a fierce gust of wind, and he lunged straight for Lu Guangchen, who was slightly flustered due to his overwhelming rage!

“First, I’ll cripple you, this useless, raging good-for-nothing!”

His large, fan-like hand spread its five fingers, nails gleaming with a golden-purple luster under the light, fingertips tearing through the air with a sharp hiss, aiming directly for Lu Guangchen’s shoulder blade!

If this strike landed, Lu Guangchen’s entire arm would immediately suffer the fate of severed tendons and broken bones!

“You dare!” Lu Guanghai’s eyes were bloodshot, filled with rage.

He knew that General Wei Feng was exceptionally talented, and after fifteen years of lurking overseas, his strength must have soared to an immeasurable Realm.

Now, seeing this traitor suddenly launch a lethal attack on his cousin, Lu Guanghai’s chest seethed with murderous intent, holding nothing back.

The internal energy he had painstakingly cultivated for many years surged out like a bursting river, his right arm shaking and extending, his fist like a heavy cannon firing.

It was a straightforward “Mountain Collapse Fist,” devoid of any fancy moves, yet condensing his life’s cultivation, aiming directly for General Wei Feng’s exposed ribs, intending to save Lu Guangchen by attacking General Wei Feng’s weak point!

The force of the punch was so solid it seemed tangible, creating a piercing sonic boom as it tore through the air.

“Hahaha! Wanhui Guilongquan? Lu Guanghai, you good-for-nothing, you finally show some promise!”

General Wei Feng’s wild laughter was deafening, yet he seemed completely unconcerned by the deadly punch.

His poisonous claw attacking Lu Guangchen did not lose momentum, but his left arm strangely twisted back like a giant python coiling.

The muscles of his forearm instantly tightened and bulged, glowing with a golden-purple luster, and with a powerful and overbearing “River Block” move, he forcefully parried Lu Guanghai’s Mountain Collapse Fist.

“Bang—!”

The clash of internal energies created a dull roar like thunder.

“In this world,” General Wei Feng, unmoving after taking the punch head-on, declared with a contemptuous smile, his voice filled with deep-seated resentment and absolute confidence.

“Besides that old dog Old Dog Lu Yulong, no one understands every move and every stance of the Wanhui Guilongquan better than I, General Wei Feng!”

“Thud!”

The dull thud of a heavy physical blow exploded like a drum in the spacious office.

Lu Guanghai felt a savage, overbearing force, far beyond imagination, emanating from the opponent’s arm, shaking his Qi and blood, and he stumbled back three steps, “thump, thump, thump.”

Each step left a deep imprint on the soft carpet, and his right fist tingled with numbness.

General Wei Feng’s body merely swayed slightly, and the speed of his claw attack towards Lu Guangchen increased instead of decreasing!

Lu Guangchen, though startled, remained composed; he was, after all, a direct descendant of the Lu family, having practiced the family’s martial arts since childhood. Although he was somewhat distracted by managing the business Empire, his Foundation remained.

In this critical moment, he suppressed his anger, exerted force from his waist and hips, and slid back half a step like a swimming fish.

At the same time, he raised both arms, using a “Mountain Severing Fist” move, attempting to withstand this fierce claw attack head-on.

However, General Wei Feng’s internal energy was too fierce and violent!

“Screech!”

Lu Guangchen’s suit sleeve tore in response, and five bloody claw marks spread from his shoulder to his forearm.

Excruciating pain pierced his heart. Furthermore, a sinister internal energy penetrated his body, instantly rendering his entire left arm soft and powerless, almost unable to lift it.

“A good-for-nothing is a good-for-nothing! What Old Dog Lu Yulong taught is simply no match!”

General Wei Feng, having gained the upper hand, became even more arrogant, pressing his advantage relentlessly.

His footsteps advanced in quick succession, his fists like cannons, carrying an Aura of crushing everything, intending to completely defeat the injured Lu Guangchen.

“General Wei Feng! Your opponent is me!”

Lu Guanghai forcefully suppressed the rising metallic taste in his throat, a flicker of desperate resolve flashing in his eyes.

He knew full well that by himself, he could never contend with the now unfathomably powerful General Wei Feng—only by fighting to the death was there a glimmer of hope!

Lu Guanghai suddenly took a deep breath, his chest heaving violently like an old bellows.

His entire body’s bones then emitted a series of dense, chilling crackling sounds.

This was precisely the highest Profound Truth of the Wanhui Guilongquan that Lu Guanghai, at his Realm, could reach—Cloud Ravine Startling Dragon!

Once this move was unleashed, it was truly like a startling Dragon emerging from a deep ravine, shattering the heavens and shaking the earth.

At the moment Lu Guanghai threw his right punch, a wisp of faint white cloud mist actually swirled around it.

The mist seemed both real and illusory, shifting under the light, making it unclear whether it was an anomaly produced by Qi and blood surging to the extreme, or if this fist technique had invoked some profound and mysterious power.

“Oh?” General Wei Feng raised an eyebrow, a playful, cat-and-mouse amusement in his mocking smile.

“Interesting, to have even learned this move; it makes me look at you in a new light.”

Before his words finished, his right fist was already moving like flowing clouds and water, its trajectory and posture astonishingly identical to Lu Guanghai’s, precisely that “Cloud Ravine Startling Dragon” move!

However, the power of the two was as different as heaven and earth.

If the wisp of white mist on Lu Guanghai’s fist was the thin haze born in the mountains, then on General Wei Feng’s right fist, it was a majestic, towering peak shrouded in swirling clouds!

Within the condensed, surging cloud Qi, there was even a faint, vast power of heaven, earth, mountains, and rivers, irresistible and overwhelming.

“Hua Jin Grandmaster!!!”

These four words exploded like thunder in the hearts of Lu Guanghai and Lu Guangchen.

Their faces instantly turned ashen, the last glimmer of hope in their eyes completely extinguished, their hearts plummeting into an icy abyss.

And General Wei Feng didn’t even give them time to process this despair.

The momentum of his punch had already formed, irreversible like Mount Tai pressing down—the two fists, carrying distinctly different cloud Qi, collided with a thunderous roar at this moment!

“Crack—!”

A crisp, teeth-grinding sound of bone breaking exploded.

Lu Guanghai’s right wrist was bent at a grotesque angle, his five fingers twisted and deformed, as if they were crushed dry branches.

At the same time, his entire body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, slamming heavily against the reinforced concrete load-bearing wall behind him.

With a deafening “boom,” the entire wall’s wine rack collapsed, hundreds of bottles of precious aged wine shattering and splashing with a crackling sound.

Amber-colored wine mixed with glass shards instantly soaked the carpet.

Amidst the flying glass fragments, Lu Guanghai lay sprawled in the wreckage, not even emitting a whimper of pain.

It turned out that at the moment the punch struck his body, a tidal wave of internal energy had passed through him, dislocating his internal organs.

Lu Guanghai had already completely lost consciousness before hitting the wall.

“I’ll f*** your… mother—!!!”

Witnessing his cousin’s tragic state, Lu Guangchen’s eyes showed no fear, but instead erupted with a furious rage that could boil oceans.

His usually pampered and portly body now burst forth with a fierce intensity completely unsuited to his physique.

He lunged at General Wei Feng like a Vicious Beast cornered, carrying a desperate resolve to throw caution to the wind!

“Good-for-nothing!”

General Wei Feng didn’t even bother to turn his head.

A fierce back kick, like a steel whip, cut through the air, accurately and viciously striking Lu Guangchen’s chest and abdomen.

“Pfft—”

Lu Guangchen spewed blood from his mouth, accompanied by the clear, piercing sound of ribs breaking.

His almost two-hundred-pound body flew backward like a broken sack, crashing heavily to the ground.

The intense pain only allowed him a brief scream before he could no longer sustain himself.

He lay prostrate on the cold floor, his vision rapidly dimming, consciousness blurring and dissipating like a receding tide.

“Brother Feng, should we finish them off?” A cold query sounded from behind him.

At the office door, five ghostly figures silently appeared.

Their faces were still covered by the characteristic black masks, revealing only pairs of emotionless eyes.

If Lu Guangchen still had a shred of consciousness at this moment, he would instantly recognize—these five people.

They were the culprits who had cruelly attacked CEO Bei of Fengtao Group and pushed the “Golden Prestige Jade Cup” Nightclub to the brink of ruin!

“No, leave them with one breath.”

General Wei Feng looked down at Lu Guanghai and Lu Guangchen, who were sprawled on the floor, and a nearly deranged grin suddenly spread across his lips.

The surging internal energy made his short hair stand up, appearing demonic under the lights.

He chuckled, his voice saturated with twisted excitement: “These two lives are crucial bargaining chips that I exchanged with that old dog Old Dog Lu Yulong for the complete Wanhui Guilongquan… How could I bear to let them die now?”

“Go, deliver a ‘grand gift’ to the Lu family.” General Wei Feng carelessly kicked at the glass shards at his feet.

“Tell Old Dog Lu Yulong that his beloved nephews are my guests here, and have him come to see me personally—remember, he only has one day.”

The next moment, General Wei Feng suddenly raised a finger, a playful glint in his eyes: “Oh, by the way, at exactly twelve noon tomorrow, if I don’t see the person I want to see… a certain poor soul will have to perform an ‘aerial act’ from the top of Yingnan Tower.”

He exaggeratedly spread his arms, mimicking a fall: “And, it’s the kind without a parachute, you know.”

“Tsk tsk, just thinking about it is exciting.” General Wei Feng said, then suddenly turned to the security guards and assistants huddled in the corner, making an exaggerated expression.

“And you guys, make sure you don’t mess up when you deliver the message. Otherwise…”

His voice suddenly turned cold: “Your boss will become the first unequipped aerial performer in Yingnan Tower’s history.”

The Zhou family villa complex was brightly lit in the night, like scattered stars.

In the living room of the main villa, Lu Xuan sat with his eyes closed on the sofa, his Aura as calm as water.

His three sons sat beside him—Lu Yuliang looked calm, Old Dog Lu Yulong’s brows were slightly furrowed, and even Chairman Lu Yuhong, usually busy, had uncharacteristically put aside his affairs and sat quietly to the side.

As for the younger generation of the Lu family, most were absent at this moment.

They were either scattered across various parts of the Dragon Empire, managing family businesses, or simply unwilling to enter such a solemn occasion.

Young people always felt constrained when elders were present, preferring to find an excuse to seek peace and quiet rather than staying a moment longer in such a serious atmosphere.

Host: Red Dust Immortal Lu Xuan (Fifth Life)

Realm: Grandmaster of Baodan (Middle Stage)

Cultivation Technique: Wanhui Guilongquan 7/9

Points: 135090

In the past half month, Lu Xuan had traveled all over Yifeng Province, yet he had only barely accumulated a hundred thousand points.

The number seemed substantial, but it was still a drop in the bucket compared to pushing the Wanhui Guilongquan to the next Realm.

However, Lu Xuan had another gain from his half-month of travel.

This world had long been filled with legends of alchemists seeking immortals, Spirit Treasures of heaven and earth, and even records of ghosts and gods, subtly appearing in the undercurrents of history.

Several reclusive cultivators and extraordinary individuals had revealed to Lu Xuan that in certain corners of this world.

Perhaps ancient Spirit Treasures, containing earth-shshaking power, still lay dormant.

What Lu Xuan truly cared about was the possibility behind these ethereal legends: he wanted to personally verify whether these ancient Spirit Treasures, dormant for thousands of years, truly existed.

And whether he could refine them to gain a large amount of System points.

“Yuliang,” Lu Xuan’s voice broke the silence of the living room, startling his three sons, who all looked up simultaneously.

“Arrange my trip to The Capital for the near future. You guys don’t need to come along.”

“Dad!” Old Dog Lu Yulong couldn’t help but exclaim.

“You’re going alone?” Chairman Lu Yuhong immediately followed up with a question.

Lu Yuliang hastily put down his teacup: “I’ve already retired, I’m free, let me accompany you.”

Lu Xuan gently shook his head, his gaze sweeping over his three sons: “No need, it’s useless for you to come along—the matter I need to handle, you can’t help with.”

These words were too blunt, and the three were instantly speechless, a hint of awkward silence pervading the living room.

The three exchanged bitter smiles. Their father’s words were blunt, but they were an undeniable fact—at their age, going along would not only be unhelpful but might even become a burden.

Old Dog Lu Yulong knew his father’s temperament best; once he had made a decision, there was no room for change.

He sighed softly: “Dad, then please be sure to pay attention to your safety.” He paused, then added: “It just so happens that Ying’er is developing in The Capital; that girl insists on breaking into the entertainment industry, and I can’t stop her… I’ll have her arrange everything there.”

Mentioning his youngest daughter, Lu Xiaoying, Old Dog Lu Yulong’s face was filled with helplessness.

This Great Master of National Art, who taught disciples, had raised a daughter who yearned for the spotlight; the paths of father and daughter ultimately diverged.

Old Dog Lu Yulong, fearing his father would refuse, hastily added: “Dad, Xiaoying hasn’t seen you in a long time; if she knew you were going to The Capital, she’d be so happy.”

He observed Lu Xuan’s expression and continued: “Originally, I heard her say that she was planning to specially return to Yingnan City to see you in the next few days.”

“Now it’s perfect; I’ll inform her right away not to bother with the trip and just wait for you in The Capital.”

“Alright.” Lu Xuan uttered only one word, then closed his eyes.